The blood of a fire pokemon

The pokemon scampered out of the dark house, running into the cold dark night. Frost stained the small Growlithe's fur, and crimson blood seeped from the pokemon's coat. In the background emerging from the house, a murky silhouette banged a large blunt object against a lamp post. The Growlithe only scampered faster, as swift as its feet would carry it, to a destination it was not sure that it even it knew. It ran through the feet of people who didn't do so much as look down at the small hurt pokemon, some accidentally tripping on it's tail causing to let out an abrupt squeal. Most would shoo it with a newspaper when they saw it loitering the trash cans, scrounging for food.

The Growlithe puppy whined as the falling snow turned into a seething hurricane. Quickly it bolted for shelter under anything it could find-as that happened to be a box right then. As it started to fall asleep, shivering from the numbing cold, an angry sparrow approached; possessive of the territory it considered its box. The bird-like pokemon pecked at the puppy vigorously until it ran out of the box into the snowstorm again, the dim flames on its body growing quickly dimmer. Soon the pokemon fainted, its body lying miserably in the snow.

A young pokemon trainer ran home, wanting to get out of the furious blizzard. As it ran past an ally-way, a speck of red caught his eye. Turning around, he saw a small fainted pokemon lying injured in the snow. It was extremely cold, frost enveloping its body, and it bled freely.

"Oh my…" He said, his voice impaired from a sudden shriek of the snowstorm. He hid the small Growlithe in his coat and ran home as fast as he possibly could. The cars had completely abandoned the streets; the gyms and poke' schools were all closed. The pokemon centers were so full of traveling trainers who needed shelters that the pokemon trainer had to go home instead. He barraged inside the house, kicking the door open and set the Growlithe down. His young sister came downstairs, still in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.

"Kar, what's happening…? Oh-that poor pokemon!" She said her eyes darting to the Growlithe in alarm.

"Go get the electric blanket, please, sister. And maybe some bandages. This Growlithe is badly injured…"

She nodded and ran upstairs. Very faintly, the pokemon's eyes opened. They made contact with Kar for the first time. He reached his hand out to touch it, but the puppy growled lowly, with the energy it had left. It reached out to nibble Kar's hand, not trusting him a bit. The Growlithe's trust for humans had been betrayed long ago.

Her sister ran downstairs, the electric blanket and the bandage in her hands. "Do you need help, Kar?"

"No, Myra, go back to bed." She looked hesitant, but dropped the items on the table and walked back up the stairs. Setting the Growlithe by the fireplace, Kar put the blanket on the shivering pokemon and started to wrap up it's injuries. Even though the puppy bit at his skin trying to get him away, Kar continued, until the small puppy pokemon was completely bandaged and warmed up considerably. Kar put his hand on Growlithe's dimly lit coat. Even though the pokemon growled in apprehension, he slowly let Kar rub his hand up and down his coat. It wasn't trust. It wasn't faith, reliance, or hope in Kar that the Growlithe held for him. No-maybe not. But it was a start…

I might or I might not make a chapter two. If I were to make a chapter two then you can rest assured it would be a very long story about Kar's pokemon journey. It really depends on the feedback. ;;